The Realm of White Fire

I let out a scream of feral fury, clenching my fists so hard they bleed, my throat cracking as my eyes start to burn with tears. I feel hands on my wrists, pulling me up. I don't want to be pulled up, but I don't have a choice. Jaxson is much stronger than me, and it's a better choice anyway.
"Where did they go?" I whisper, but his attention isn't on me anymore. He's staring a space halfway through the kitchen.
"Jaxson...?"
He gets up and walks to where he was staring at, bending over when he arrives. He picks up something that was laying on the ground, and his expression turns grim. "Hey A, you might want to see this."